Tell Me The Story Of Jesus 1-3 Tell me the story of Jesus, Write on my heart ev’ry word; Tell me the story most precious, Sweetest that ever was heard; Tell how the angels in chorus, Sang as they welcomed His birth; “Glory to God in the highest! Peace and good tidings to earth.” Tell me the story of Jesus, Write on my heart every word: Tell me the story most precious, Sweetest that ever was heard.

2-3 Fasting alone in the desert, Tell of the days that are past. How for our sins He was tempted, Yet was triumphant at last; Tell of the years of His labor, Tell of the sorrow He bore, He was despised and afflicted, Homeless, rejected and poor: Tell me the story of Jesus, Write on my heart every word: Tell me the story most precious, Sweetest that ever was heard. Tell Me The Story Of Jesus

3-3 Tell of the cross where they nailed Him, Writhing in anguish and pain; Tell of the grave where they laid Him, Tell how He liveth again. Love, in that story so tender, Clearer than ever I see; Stay, let me weep while you whisper, “Love paid the ransom for me.” Tell me the story of Jesus, Write on my heart every word: Tell me the story most precious, Sweetest that ever was heard. Tell Me The Story Of Jesus Words by Fanny J. Crosby / Music by John R. Sweeney